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you speak to me of galaxies
and starlight touching us from light years away
you speak of meteors
and satellites
and planets falling in love with their suns
you tell me that there are 11 billion planets
that could support life
11 billion possibilities
11 billion new beginnings
11 billion r...

i.
It's always coldest
When frost creeps up my window
And I remember
That yours is still dripping
And bejeweled with East Coast rain.
ii.
I miss the city
That housed my happiest years
But not half as much
As the smell of your shampoo
Lingering on my pillow.
iii.
The snow weighs heav...

When I was a kid, chubby and blonde, and even younger and dumber than I am now, I threw myself into the neighbor’s pool, just to make their daughter jump in and save me. I craved the heat of her body against mine, the buds of her breasts pressing into my back, her strong brown arms wrapping around...

The snow is melting, and I wonder if
You too can hear the artificial rain
Tapping on your window like a child,
A daughter of Vertumnus, made of dew.
If I had been prepared for it to melt,
If I had been prepared to fall in love,
I’d not have panicked at that gentle drop,
Nor slammed my windo...

cut my hands on broken glass
trying to climb through your window
but i guess i took too long ‘cause
you’re off to 7-11 to pick up
milk or pop tarts or some other mundane crap
so it looks like i get to bleed slowly to death
on your floor.
sorry about the mess....

The end.
Music fades to our synchronized sighs of relief.
Time to let this frenzied dance die out,
To reach out hands.
And close our eyes,
And say, “we made it.”
I know, I made you wait for me,
Wait as I stubbornly raced towards
A finish line that didn’t exist,
Almost welcoming the ...

Enter, Juliet,
Act 1, Scene 3,
Enter and speak,
Of roses and moons and
Sweet sorrow.
Enter, Juliet,
On feet of lace,
With hair of jewels,
Drowning in costume
For all the world’s a stage.
Enter, Juliet,
And speak the lines,
Spoken by thousands before you.
How else will Romeo
Hea...

I remember you sitting with that courteous smile in the room full of adults, talking and laughing in complete contentment. Your laugh was always light and airy, it was such a delicate, polite laugh. And it always came at just the right spots, a lapse in someone's story, inviting them to continue. Ye...

Summer-choked grass stirs,
In a mid-September breath.
And the groggy flowers wake
As clouds pass above.
The world snaps from its tepid doze
At the gentle prodding of apple-laden boughs,
While birds cry
Their sharp goodbye to the north.
And dancing with the bone-brittle leaves,
And ling...

I wrote you a poem,
In place of the “Goodbye” I could have given you,
All wrapped up in the pretty paper made from,
The words I never said,
And the tears I never shed
For you.
I wrote you a poem,
Because wrapping paper ends up,
Getting thrown
Away....

My heart beats as I take up my pen
My blood is ink to write again.
Forget,
What I now shall say
Forget,
When night has fled the day.
But listen now,
As twilight creeps,
As my heart beats,
My heart seeps,
Seeps the words into the pen.
My blood is ink to write again.
As my heart be...

Falling is soft and easy. This moment is better than being formed, better than being released from the sky. The best moment of all is the rush of joy that soars over like a wave, the surge of fear like the second in which the wave pulls and struggles, as the sea strives to claim another body. This i...

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